I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Dean Bruce flew Noib Rat to a remote location, where magical energy surged to form a barrier.

Many had entered the Sandtrap Secret Realm, each facing different puppets or mechanisms, and being teleported to various positions on the third level. He didn't want to be interrupted while questioning Noib Rat by someone else.

After preparing, Dean Bruce waved his right hand lightly, unleashing a torrent of icy water that crashed down on Noib Rat's head, startling him awake and causing him to tremble all over.

It felt as if he had plunged into an ice cave, the cold constantly stimulating him, making his mind snap to attention, his eyes filled with terror.

He knew all too well what kind of torment awaited him if he fell into the enemy's hands!

Dean Bruce didn't act immediately but spoke calmly, "Who assigned you the task to assassinate me? Do you know my identity?"

"…" Noib Rat's mouth twitched in shock, stammering, "You're not going to torture me?"

Dean Bruce replied coolly, "If you don't cooperate, I won't hesitate to take action."

"Then if I tell you, can I trade my life for it?" Noib Rat looked at Dean Bruce with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

After all, the Nine Provinces Alliance wasn't a professional assassin organization, and its members lacked the training typical of true killers.

In the past, they had been powerful enough that even if they couldn't defeat their opponents, they could usually escape, hiding this vulnerability.

However, this time they encountered Dean Bruce, whose actual strength and intelligence far exceeded their expectations. That was why Noib Rat, once captured, showed such cowardice.

Dean Bruce replied indifferently, "That depends on whether the information you provide is worth your life!"

Hearing this, Noib Rat trembled slightly, hesitating for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying, "This was a task issued by the Law Enforcement Department six months ago. At first, you didn't reveal your strength, and a member who had been stationed at the academy took it on, keeping the task hidden."

"Who would have thought that the old principal would be watching over you, preventing him from acting?"

Noib Rat let out a bitter laugh. "It was only about a month ago that he sent word saying he had found the opportunity to take you out, but after that, there was no further news."

At this, Dean Bruce raised an eyebrow. It sounded like André Maxwell truly had no ill intentions toward him.

In fact, even before he awakened his system, he had quietly protected him, proving to be a solid ally!

Noib Rat took a glance at Dean Bruce, saw that he was silent, and continued, "We concluded that Xerath Cade had failed in his mission. Consequently, we reassessed your strength and took the task off the board completely, only issuing it to individuals at the Great Magus level or higher."

"Anyone below the Great Magus level might not be your match."

At this point, Noib Rat couldn't help but curse inwardly. If the person responsible for issuing the task were in front of him, he would undoubtedly lose control and lash out!

The information about Dean Bruce in the task was completely off the mark.

Initially, they claimed he was a newcomer to the magical arts, yet they ended up facing a dual-practice talent—a third-level mage and a fourth-level swordmaster!

They hurriedly adjusted his strength assessment to around Great Magus, but here he was, a seasoned Martial Master, easily suppressed!

Noib Rat felt a surge of resentment, and Dean Bruce began to understand why, despite being part of the Nine Provinces Alliance, some sought to assassinate him while others treated him as an ally.

The differences in departments were one reason, and another was that his task had long since been taken over and hidden, later being taken down entirely. Only those obsessed with assignments or exceptionally strong individuals who received isolated information would know about him!

Dean Bruce's eyes shifted, and he asked, "Do you know who issued the task?"

"Our minister!" Noib Rat replied without hesitation. "You're far away in a remote area; how could we possibly know of your existence? The minister only learned about you through your parents."

"They initially misjudged your strength, not realizing that at such a young age, you would surpass your parents by so much!"

At this point, Noib Rat suddenly realized Dean Bruce's age!

In an instant, his pupils constricted, his eyes wide with shock.

Even in ancient times, it was rare to find someone under twenty years old who possessed the strength of an archmage!

Correspondingly, in martial cultivation, that would be on par with a Sword King or Martial King—powerful enough to rule in this world!

To reach such a level, no matter how talented one was, they would typically need to be around thirty years old.

Indeed, even someone who broke through to this level at several hundred years of age would still be considered a genius.

Those without talent could live their entire lives without ever breaking through!

Sensing Noib Rat's fear, Dean Bruce felt puzzled. He hadn't laid a hand on him—why was he suddenly so terrified?

Ignoring Noib Rat for the moment, Dean Bruce confirmed the truth of Alita Miller's information.

What Alita Miller said was true; Elvis Donimo was indeed the mastermind behind the assassination attempt. It was likely that this guy had even been the one to suggest killing his parents!

With that thought in mind, Dean Bruce asked, "Where are my parents?"

Noib Rat shook his head. "There isn't much communication between departments. All I know is that your parents are geniuses exploring the Relics, responsible for translating ancient magical texts. They should still be within the Relics."

"They can't come out until all the ancient texts are fully deciphered, and when they do come out… they'll only be corpses!"

Noticing the cold glint in Dean Bruce's eyes, Noib Rat hurriedly added, "These decisions are made by the higher-ups. You mustn't hold it against me! I'm just a pitiful pawn following their orders!"

"Stop wasting time!" Dean Bruce said coldly. "How much do you know about Elvis?"

"You actually know our minister's name?" Noib Rat was once again taken aback, his body trembling. The skin that had just stopped bleeding cracked open again, blood streaming down.

There was no helping it; in their reports, Dean Bruce had grown up in Notting City. That he could become an honorary elder of the Magic Guild was already astonishing enough, but now he also knew internal information about the Nine Provinces Alliance?

The Law Enforcement Department wasn't a publicly disclosed division, and many people within the Nine Provinces Alliance didn't even know who Elvis Donimo was. How could Dean Bruce possibly have that knowledge?

"You… you're definitely not an ordinary person!" Noib Rat exclaimed in shock. "What kind of power do you have backing you? Or are you actually an ancient monster occupying this body?"

"Hmm?" Dean Bruce's gaze turned icy. He cast Wind Blade, the sharp blue wind slicing through the air and directly severing Noib Rat's fingers.

"Ah!"

A piercing scream erupted as Noib Rat's left hand bled profusely, all five fingers cleanly chopped off. The intense pain twisted his body in agony.

Dean Bruce coldly stared at Noib Rat and said calmly, "Am I the one asking the questions, or are you? If you want to live, then answer my questions obediently."

Feeling the chilling aura of death, Noib Rat suppressed his screams, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead.

Dean Bruce pressed on, "Tell me what you know about Elvis! What level is he? Does he have any treasures? Has he mastered any powerful magic?"

Noib Rat shook his head, replying, "We've never seen Elvis fight. To be precise, we hardly ever see him at all. Whenever he goes out, even for battles, he always prepares a carriage and stays inside it, so we can only hear his voice."

At this, Dean Bruce couldn't help but frown. He hadn't expected Elvis Donimo to be so cautious.

If someone wanted to kill him, the difficulty would increase dramatically!

Noticing Dean Bruce's dissatisfaction, Noib Rat quickly said, "There's a little girl next to Elvis. She looks very young, but her strength is formidable—she terrifies me. She must be his bodyguard!"

"Also, the old man who drives the carriage for him has never changed either. Although he hasn't participated in any battles, his strength shouldn't be too weak."

Dean Bruce raised an eyebrow, finally receiving some useful information!

It made sense that a being of that caliber would have additional measures in place.

The little girl and the old man driving the carriage were both factors to consider in assessing his strength.

"Is there anything else?" Dean Bruce fixed his gaze on Noib Rat and asked, "Any more news about Elvis?"

"…"

Noib Rat pondered for a while, then shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a sword shimmering with lightning coming down toward him, sending chills through his body.

It had to be said that as a Great Magus, Noib Rat was not weak; he could still react, his hands glowing as he attempted to block Dean Bruce's attack.

If Dean Bruce had used ordinary magical equipment, Noib Rat might have been able to withstand it, given his martial training and enhanced physique.

However, what Noib Rat faced was an artifact!

No matter how long it had been sealed away, the only thing lost was its divine power; its sharpness remained unchanged.

The moment the Blade of Thunder God struck Noib Rat's arms, blood burst forth, severing them cleanly. The force continued unabated, cleaving down toward Noib Rat's head.

Splatter—

A crisp sound echoed amidst the bloodlight as his wide-eyed head flew high into the air!

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